Your Lips
YOUR lips are the dells of the wells that I drink
The pink in the blues of the bells in my sink
The sweet summer smells in the fragrance of rose
That rise in the swells of the scents in my nose
Taken from: Thru Maritime Miles 7- A Pirate's Plea
Submitted to: Rithimus Divisa 10 Poetry Contest
Submitted on: October 12, 2020
Copyright © Bryan Norton | Year Posted 2020
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